Giant Robot Store and GR2 News

Sunday Obon. The sun was going down slowly, and walking up La Grange street, you can hear and see people down the street having a good time. It was the last hour of the Obon in West LA. I used to revel in this event. It was one of the greatest moments of the year. I was small and the event was huge. Everywhere I walked felt like something great was happening. These days, it’s just as large, the foods are different and perhaps the changing times are dictating what happens.

No longer can you just buy at the booth. You need to purchase tickets from the specific place. Basically money can’t get messed with by the booth folks. The prizes aren’t the same as they once were. The bake sale area is gone. Goldfish are no longer prizes. Dime pitch into actual glass plates and cups where you keep the item you pitched into, is history.

Yet, the Obon odori (dance) is still festive, the same bonsai look healthy, shave ice (although I didn’t try it this year) looks as great as ever, chicken teriyaki still rules it, chili rice is a solid winner, imagawayaki (pictured below) is something newer and with blueberry and chocolate chip is heroic, bingo remains a favorite, and that’s Obon.

 

 

 

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The exhibition, The Sudden Amplification of Certain Senses, begins this saturday. Artist Theo Ellsworth will be in attendance. Theo just moved to Montana from Portland, so this will be a rare appearance. Here’s a link to his previous exhibition at Giant Robot 2. Also catch the Obon Festival this weekend located just a block away at the same time.
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Miyata Menji is the name of a comedian in Japan. This is his ramen shop in America. I’ve been twice now and tried one of each item on the menu, the ramen and the tsukemen. Granted, it’s changing in style by the day according to one of the waitresses since the formula for America is being tweaked, it’s an interesting visit. The ramen is tonkotsu broth but not as white and many others. Yes it’s heavy and oily, and you do see little bits of fat sailing by. There’s tomato and garlic and the pieces of beef are thin yet tasty as if they’ve been barbequed. The serving portion smaller so don’t expect giant USA portions, but it’s plenty.   The tsukemen is what Miyata Menji is known for. In Japan, that’s what they serve, but it’s not like this version. This is a doctored version for America. On my first visit, cabbage and sprinkled cheese on the noodles. This already makes people cringe. The dipping soup is thick with pieces of ground meat and also features tomato and croutons! At first taste you have to draw comparisons to Tsujita (which is location just diagonal), which ultimately is simpler and stronger. Yet if Tsujita had a strange uncle, this is the place. Yes you can serve yourself bread and dip it the sauce too. The tsukemen reminds you that Miyata Menji is a comedian and he’s definitely doing something different. I’ll side with the ramen since it’s more traditional, but if you have that wild streak, try their tsukemen. After you get over the differentness, you might enjoy it.
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That’s Greg Otani working at Safe and Save Market (now closed)   A few of you might be interested in the Sawtelle Blvd of the past. Here’s some stories that were presented by some of the ex-merchants. Recently a discussion / presentation took place at the West LA Buddhist temple including the past owners or family members of owners from Tensho Drugs, Safe and Save Market, Yamaguchi, and Sawtelle Food Market. More programs will happen in the future and the Japanese Institute of Sawtelle has recaps of their previous events under Sawtelle Stories. There’s a lot of history in the area around Giant Robot, GR2 and gr/eats and if you’re into the local history, this is a place to check it out. Yet, for most of “us”, the importance and interest of the local history resides in the locals, historians and researchers. Do I care? Yes, but with the knowledge, what do I do with it? It’s trivia but not trivial. (SJIS – News) (Rafu Shimpo – Sawtelle Round Up)
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